He’s not exactly lying though, I mean Wal-Mart is like the club for some people. But um … yeah, it’s still a trifling fail on so many levels. I don’t want to see a chick p-poppin’ in boy shorts while I’m at the checkout counter. More than likely, this brand of f*ckery occurred at the Wally World on Tchoupitoulas Street in the N.O.

If the world ends Saturday, Lord help us if this is the cause.

[via 2Dbz]

Brando

EIC of Day & A Dream, Brando has written for such publications as DJ Booth, Refined Hype & the Houston Press. Wrestling enthusiast, sneaker addict, sports junkie and certified cake eater. Follow him on Twitter: @_brandoc

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